With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

eyes, looking for witnesses.
    “Stay. We’re alone. Mom and Dad left for their cruise, Martha and Thompson took off for their
    daughter’s house and all the pack’s cars are gone.” Aubrey’s voice was husky with sleep. He kissed the back of Matt’s neck. “Besides, where we are, we’d see anyone coming before they saw us.”
    Matt relaxed marginally. They were beneath a weeping willow tree and mostly covered by its long,
    swaying branches. It was very cozy, like being in a private cocoon. The tilt of the tree and the slope of the ground made it a perfect hiding place. The bottom part of the columns on the mansion were visible. But
    because of the incline under the tree, they were likely hidden from view. Regardless, Matt didn’t want to be the cause of someone finding out about them. He knew Howard was right, it would be best for Aubrey to
    tell everyone in his own time.
    Another kiss landed on his nape. “Relax.” Aubrey rubbed his belly. “We have the whole place to
    ourselves until we go back to Atlanta.”
    The heat of his mate against his back was nice. Thinking about them being alone here was exciting.
    Matt closed his eyes and enjoyed the smooth glide of Aubrey’s palm on his stomach, hip and chest. He was

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    already hard, but the soft caresses made him ache. Reaching back, he stroked Aubrey’s thigh, as little
    kisses, licks and bites trailed across his neck and shoulders. It would be wonderful to wake up this way after every full moon.
    Aubrey’s cock flexed against Matt’s balls.
    “Mmm…” Matt shivered. Aubrey’s hand was everywhere but where Matt wanted it. He rolled his
    hips to give his mate a hint.
    Aubrey chuckled against Matt’s shoulder in between kisses. The rough sound brought goose bumps to
    Matt’s arms. “What do you want, sugar?”
    You. Ignoring the flutter in his stomach at the immediate reaction, Matt tried to decide if it were true.
    Did he want things to go that far this fast? They’d already been intimate, and it seemed to have made them closer, if last night was anything to judge by. He belonged with Aubrey. “Make love to me?”
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    Chapter Eleven
    Oh man. Aubrey closed his eyes and prayed for patience, trying desperately not to let the scent of his mate get to him any more than it already had. His prick was so hard it was painful, and it had nothing to do with morning wood. There was no doubt he shouldn’t do this, but he was going to. It was a punch to the gut the way Matt had whispered “Make love to me” in such a shy voice. It should’ve been corny as hell,
    because who actually said that outside of movies and books? But it wasn’t. It was so Matt. The wording alone should have Aubrey running for the hills, but this would be his one and only chance to do this here, at home. He wanted the memory. He needed it for all the lonely years ahead of him.
    Aubrey patted Matt’s hip and got to his feet. “Come on. We need a shower.” He offered Matt a hand.
    Matt blinked up at him. It took only a matter of seconds for that bewilderment to morph into hurt.
    He’d misunderstood. Pushing himself to his feet without assistance, Matt looked everywhere except at
    Aubrey.
    That would never do. Aubrey grabbed his hips and pulled him close. Before Matt had time to move
    away, Aubrey slanted his mouth over Matt’s.
    It took a second, but Matt kissed him back. His arms wrapped around Aubrey’s waist, and his body
    pressed close. Pushing little moans into Aubrey’s mouth, he hungrily took over the kiss. His prick branded Aubrey’s stomach.
    Aubrey traced his tongue over Matt’s teeth and his bottom lip. Had anyone ever tasted this sweet or
    reacted with as much abandon? He loved how Matt just went bonkers when touched. Matt had a shy streak,
    but you’d never know it by the way he acted once you got him going. Aubrey wondered if he was the only
    one to see this side of his mate. He’d never dared to ask about Matt’s experience. If Matt had a string of old lovers… The thought bothered Aubrey. What could he say? He was a possessive bastard. Or maybe he was
    just a bastard, because after Matt went back to New Mexico, Aubrey wanted him to remain celibate. If Matt was a virgin, he didn’t want to know that either, especially if Matt had saved himself for his mate. Because how shitty was it that Aubrey would gladly take that honor and not give a commitment in return?
    Groaning, Aubrey